Across the vast convolution of worlds—the intricate weave of countless universes—there exist gods, each entrusted with a single universe to rule. In such an arrangement, skirmishes are inevitable—whether born of ambition, selfishness, amusement, or sheer pettiness.

Elliot’s unfortunate soul was caught in one such clash, a collision of divine wills that tore him from his life and thrust him into reincarnation… in a foreign land. A lost world. A world with no god to oversee it—for reasons best left unspoken.

Ul’Tra-el.

Unlike other realms, Ul’Tra-el had birthed its own will. A disturbance in its reality had once ripped open rifts in its space, and in response, the world forged a voice to protect itself. That voice, in turn, bestowed its denizens with strange powers known as Talents.

It was into this dangerous, self-willed world that Elliot was reborn—reborn as Northern. A man who should never have set foot here.

Worse still, Northern was born without a single Talent. Yet, through what might be called a golden finger—a gift from the god Nexus—he received something else: a peculiar system that allowed him to copy the abilities of others… and even evolve them.

But in a place like Ul’Tra-el, would such a gift prove to be a blessing… or a cursed shackle?

In a world deemed an aberration, Northern vows to rise above all—until he stands as the solitary peak that all others must look up to.
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[Author’s Note]
The main character may come across as irritating in the early chapters—but this is deliberate. His flaws are part of the journey, and his growth is worth the wait. So, embrace the mishaps, endure the rough edges, and let Northern grow on you despite his imperfections.

Northern sighed as he stared down at the molten crater, smoke billowing from its depths. He couldn't sense any movement. It had taken barely a flicker of effort to destroy the clone—less than he'd expected.


'I guess I am very dangerous... hehe...'


He snapped out of his thoughts with a jolt.


Northern turned to leave but froze as something stirred below.


His brows furrowed as he whipped around.


To Northern's horror, the corrupted clone was rising from the molten crater, its body steaming and scarred but regenerating with disturbing speed. The black veins had spread further, creating intricate patterns across its flesh like living tattoos of madness. Those crimson eyes locked onto Northern with predatory intelligence that made his skin crawl.


Northern stared, shock and dread warring across his features.


"You... you look better than you did moments ago..."


Chapter 1118 - Remind Northern Never To Get Mad